It’s funny, the labels put on us. Sometimes we put them on ourselves to paint a picture. But it’s the one’s given by other people that have always amazed me. I guess I just don’t get it.
I’ve always seen myself as my own brand of weirdo. The nerdy girl in the corner with the circus in her head. Bears on bikes and poodles in skirts with sickles.
I’ve never much cared for wearing color and don’t own anything other than black, gray, and maybe a little ivory for when I’m feeling like a smart ass.
People make me nervous and I don’t much care for interaction with them.
I like punk rock, hardcore, emo, and alternative music.
I love coloring all over myself.
Sometimes I feel like shit for no reason.
I love dead things, relics, bones, skulls, taxidermy, medical oddities.
All of these things that are just part of me. Of who I am.
I think it’s a hodge-podge of horse shit, not having anything to do with the other and is just me, but it allows for categories.
I get biker, goth, punk, anti-social weirdo, tattooed freak, vampire; all sorts of shit. I don’t mind any of it, I find it amusing. Because I’m not any one of those things, I’m just KATE.
So when I get lumped into something, I just laugh. I’ve never fit into one box and refuse to do so. I enjoy too many different things and to be honest, I’ve always just done whatever the fuck it is that I wanted; and that’s what makes me, me.
Short story and best tattoo comment I’ve gotten.
I’m getting coffee with a friend last weekend. I order, pay and as I reach to collect my change the clerk looks at me and asks, “hey, do you know Jimmy Sanchez?”
I replied, with an, “Excuse me, no?”
He then explained that he thought we might be friends because Jimmy had the same thing, the clerk was making a fist and pointing at his knuckles.
I was taken back a minute. WOW! That was hella generalized. Jesus Christ.
I explained to him that not all tattooed people know each other and made a snarky face. Thank god we got our coffee to go.
I think I repeated the story about fifty times. Eventually laughing; per usual.
People are always going to categorize based on what they know and their knowledge base.
So instead of getting pissed I’m just going to laugh and just keep seeing what I get. It’s pretty fucking entertaining.
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I’ve always seen myself as my own brand of weirdo. The nerdy girl in the corner with the circus in her head. Bears on bikes and poodles in skirts with sickles.
I’ve never much cared for wearing color and don’t own anything other than black, gray, and maybe a little ivory for when I’m feeling like a smart ass.
People make me nervous and I don’t much care for interaction with them.
I like punk rock, hardcore, emo, and alternative music.
I love coloring all over myself.
Sometimes I feel like shit for no reason.
I love dead things, relics, bones, skulls, taxidermy, medical oddities.
All of these things that are just part of me. Of who I am.
I think it’s a hodge-podge of horse shit, not having anything to do with the other and is just me, but it allows for categories.
I get biker, goth, punk, anti-social weirdo, tattooed freak, vampire; all sorts of shit. I don’t mind any of it, I find it amusing. Because I’m not any one of those things, I’m just KATE.
So when I get lumped into something, I just laugh. I’ve never fit into one box and refuse to do so. I enjoy too many different things and to be honest, I’ve always just done whatever the fuck it is that I wanted; and that’s what makes me, me.
Short story and best tattoo comment I’ve gotten.
I’m getting coffee with a friend last weekend. I order, pay and as I reach to collect my change the clerk looks at me and asks, “hey, do you know Jimmy Sanchez?”
I replied, with an, “Excuse me, no?”
He then explained that he thought we might be friends because Jimmy had the same thing, the clerk was making a fist and pointing at his knuckles.
I was taken back a minute. WOW! That was hella generalized. Jesus Christ.
I explained to him that not all tattooed people know each other and made a snarky face. Thank god we got our coffee to go.
I think I repeated the story about fifty times. Eventually laughing; per usual.
People are always going to categorize based on what they know and their knowledge base.
So instead of getting pissed I’m just going to laugh and just keep seeing what I get. It’s pretty fucking entertaining.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan